I have two hands but you have three.
The world we live in is cold, so you heat me.
I turned a color last month.
My mother said I looked a bit pale
So, I went down to the market to grab some ale
when suddenly I fell the the floor and frothed at my mouth.
Turns out that old witch gave me some fell disease
My mind raging, I turned to the door
Then my legs gave way and I found myself as a bee

With wicked wings I flutter, my crystal gaze fixed upon your cold soul



Penned by my hand on the 4th of Sarapin, in the year 603 AF.